Monday, July 26, 2004

don't tell me I'm not trying....

Three blind dates in seven days. Monday was the Mets game with a guy who only talked about his job and baseball, and mostly only talked at all when I asked him questions to keep the conversation going. He didn't ask me a single question about myself, so of course I volunteered nothing.

Wednesday was the Is it a date or isn't it? date with the guy I met through work. For weeks, whenever we spoke on the phone, he would say, I want to meet you, when am I going to get to meet you? So we met at a bar. Because it was work-related, I wasn't totally sure, but it seemed date-ish. He bought me a drink, he was dong that arm-touching thing. But then I thought he mentioned a girlfriend. So I felt free to talk about the planned blind date that was coming up (which would be the third, in case you're counting). THEN he kept saying, we're friends now, right? We're friends? And then he told me he'd be staying at the bar after I left, because he was pretty sure the gorgeous woman at the end of the bar wanted him to stay. Haven't heard from him yet to hear how the secondary pick-up went.

Then yesterday I went all the way to Philly to meet a guy from DC. Now that was a nice date. We saw Cirque de Soleil, had ice cream, ran all over the city -- he was a perfect gentleman. But there wasn't too much of a spark, so we'll have to see how that goes. With the 250 mile disadvantage, we might need more of a jump start. Such a sweet guy, though! Even if we don't date, he'd be a great guy buddy.

Thursday, July 01, 2004

walk the line

Here's a little Flash game for you, Drunk Man Walking.